He swiped my camera on Easter, and this is the last photo in a series of about 15 self portraits I found when I downloaded the photos that evening. I like it because you can see every taste bud, and every pigment variation in his beautiful (there his daddy's) eyes.
A couple for the end of the eve. Moments before my brother got to our house for Easter, this is what Natalie looked like. She got a princess rubber stamp from the easter bunny. I guess she couldn't find any paper.
And the easter bunny also brought lots of chocolate eggs. Apparently she wasn't hungry, but was in the mood for a spa treatment. People pay big bucks to have chocolate (or mud, or seaweed) spread over their bodies. Please forgive the nonny shot, I didn't realize (wait yes I did, she was wearing a chocolate covered pair of panties that she ditched.) that she was 1/2 naked. But that 's how we roll 'round here.
All I have the energy to say today is that mom and I spent 6 hours inside IKEA today. Yes. We got there at 11, we left at 5. Together we spent well over $1000. I would have spent another $1500 if a. I had $1500 and b. the unit came in another color other than white. I can't put white in my living room, it won't fit. Unless someone with better taste than my mom and me can tell me otherwise. Because if it came in a different color, I think I may have maxed out my credit card (not really, but put a serious dent in it). It was this totally cool built in looking entertainment center for our upstairs. It would finish the room. I'm still daydreaming. My feet hurt too, I decided to wear my sassy cowgirl boots. They aren't so comfortable after walking around on concrete for 6 hours. That's what happens when I get a day free from children I guess. 6 hours!
I like to think of today as a training run... I scrapbooked 12 hours today in preparation for the 20 hours I'll be doing this coming Friday. Sara, Rebecca, Jen and I went to the Mothers of Multiples fundraising crop (interesting group) despite the Spring snow storm. My minivan is a total turd in the snow. And it's not just me being a wimp. Although I have let my husband be chivalrous all these many years and drive me to work when the snow gets a bit deep. There's something to be said about being "helpless" sometimes. Gives him an ego boost, and makes me think "my hero", even though I could be a big girl and do it... where's the fun in that? And why have each other around if not to lean on once in awhile?
So the snow is quickly melting, so mom and I are heading to Coquitlam BC in the morning to shop to our hearts delight at IKEA. And Costco. And a few places in between. Costco CAN is cool because they have this juice (I'm sure I'll post a pic) called fruit & veggie juice, kind of like the V8 Fusion, a great way to sneak in a few more veggies. Or in our case here, some veggies. (period) But this juice comes in juice boxes to pack in the kids lunch! So I'll have to pick up a few cases of that fo' sho'.
Would post snow pics and such, but I'm pooped. Oh, and the kids got to go to Jungle Playland with Gramma today to celebrate cousin Annie's 5th birthday. Sounds like they had a terrific time.
Pregnancy never seems to leave you, huh? Besides the extra belly flap I carry around now, every once in awhile when I sneeze... I think you know. Just a little reminder of childbirth I suppose. A happy reminder of the trauma my body went though, child birth is hard enough to leave a legacy. Yippee for me. I thought my 2 beautiful children would be my legacy, but no... I have to pee my pants while I make dinner.
Sitting here watching the snow fall. It' been snowing since 7 am this morning has hasn't quit. Now it's accumulating. Doesn't mother nature know I have to scrapbook in the morning!! Damn her!
Well mom has 2 magnetic knife racks for me, and I just ordered the spice tins online. They were on sale, and when I looked at IKEA's website, I didn't see anything that matched my needs. So I have 40 of these tins heading my way. And it was cheaper than going to Linens and Things (and they are a cool square shape. Which is more space effecient too).
Brady took this group photo of us the other day... not shabby for a 5 year old.
Sun was shining, and big flakes were falling again. But much to the dismay of the kids the snow didn't last long or stick.
Won "most buncos" (2) last night. Quite an undignified win. Most people win with several buncos. But I still took my $60. I ain't too proud.
And the big play structure sold yesterday, that's another $60. My IKEA trip is starting to look pretty promising. Mom and I are going Sunday morning, and we're thinking about checking out the Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival. Apparently there are over 36,000 Japanese cherry trees in the BC area. Should be quite beautiful. But we may also just spend the day lost in IKEA.
Things on my list:
*DVD/VHS holder
*30 magnetic spice tins
*magnetic knife rack
*Food pantry for the garage
*airtight container for coffee
I think March got it all wrong this year... this is what we woke up to this morning. Actually Natalie woke us up at 7:15 (not nice in this house) excitedly repeating "It's snowing! It's snowing!".
So what do you call the fuzzy wuzzy on a blooming magnolia? I was calling them pussy willows (even though it's not a willow) until I snapped this photo and realized my tree was a male! Now I'm really at a loss.
I've been frantically trying to get my taxes turned in (had to drive to Lynden) check on the in-laws home one more time before they return (yea!) and complete a newsletter for MOMS Club. And work, run a house, entertain guests, entertain kids (went to the pool tonight and hottie-daddy was there again, Theresa knows who I'm talking 'bout. And an old friend who DJ'd our wedding was there too, that was nice.)
So the blog has to take a backseat, because I've yet to confirm my babysitter for bunco tomorrow, I have to finsh the newsletter, sneak into work tonight and make copies of the newsletter, and get up at the crack of dawn to put together a meeting for MOMS Club. Too much!!! I'd rather curl up with a glass of wine and veg out in front of the TV.
No rest for the wicked.
I'm a little obsessive when I get a thought in my head. For months I've been trying to remember a song I heard on the radio years ago (many, many years). But I could only remember a little rif of the tune, and no words. Good luck, right? Well, today I found it!!! Now it's on my itunes along with some other gems I found as I was entering search criteria.
The Girl from Ipanema Artist:Astrud Gilberto, Joao Gilberto & Stan Getz
House of Bamboo Artist:Southern Culture On the Skids
Island in the Sun Artist:Weezer
Pump Up the Volume Artist:Colourbox
Steal My Kisses Artist:Ben Harper & The Innocent Criminals
Mahna Mahna Artist:InsideOut A cappella
I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing (In Perfect Harmony)
Artist:The New Seekers
Piece of Me Artist:Britney Spears
The Man in Me Artist: Bob Dylan
Just Dropped In (to see what condition my condition is in) Artist: Kenny Rogers
Tumbling Tumbleweeds Artist:The sons of the pioneers
The last 3 were inspired from watching The Big Lebowski (again) a couple of nights ago.
Yes, I also chose a Britney song. FU.
The song I've been dying for is House of Bamboo. I love tiki/Hawaiian music. And I love this song. And it only cost me 99 cents (and lots of brain-racking). I feel so much better now.
The bunny wowed my kids will all kinds of sugary greatness... and Larry left the door unlocked last night so that the bunny could hop in and hide eggs inside. That bunny is so thoughtful, he must have known nobody would want to hunt eggs in the pouring rain. We couldn't have timed our garage sale better.
Bad news this morning though. I had plans to travel to Covelo, CA (northern part of nowhere in the state) during spring break to finally spread my dads ashes. My brother got the time off, and everything seemed to be in order. Then my Uncle Fred called this morning. He's the only guy that can get me and my brother up to the property and help facilitate all of this, especially since I haven't been to Mendocino since I was 5, and Richard was a baby.
My cousin Matt (Fred's youngest child), is apparently struggling with addiction again, and has caused a lot of trouble up in Covelo. So my Uncle doesn't think the Borton clan would be very welcome up there right now, and he doesn't want to run into Matt up there either. Fred is actually not in the state of CA right now because Matt won't leave him alone. It's just awful. But Matt is also about 36 years old and didn't start using until he was 30, so I don't have a lot of sympathy for his problem. I really don't see me trying to use Meth at my age, pretty f'ing stupid. I think it's pretty stupid to do drugs at any age, with all the drug education kids receive these days (it was drilled into me when I was in school, so I can imagine what it's like now).
But it does make me that much more thankful that my brother has stayed clean for over 5 years now, and hasn't relapsed. I know that he is an anomoly for getting clean and staying clean with only one stint at rehab. Totally awesome. He asked for help when Brady was about 3 days old. I like to think (have no idea if it's true or not, and don't really care) that him holding his brand new nephew kind of shook his foundation, and a reality set in. He held a baby while he was high (I didn't know that, of course) and in the hospital it really upset him. And he was on a plane heading to recovery before Brady was a week old.
So there's the silver lining. I am sad for my cousins struggle, and sad for my Uncle, but have an ever growing love and respect for my brother's battle.
Brady and his two best buds, Aiden and Christian.
Natalie sporting her prize... I think she can pull off the bunny look, no?
Today the kids had their 3rd Easter egg hunt (not including tomorrow when the bunny comes). They each had one at school, the neighborhood hunt, and our friends Amy and Elizabeth hosted their annual hunt (quite a turnout!).
Brady found the golden egg last year at our neighborhood hunt, which earns top honors (it has 5 Sacajawea dollars in it). So he was disappointed when he didn't uphold his title.
And today was my moms and my garage sale. The paper didn't post the time of the sale, so when I woke up to make my morning coffee and go put signs out, I had 3 cars watching me. So no shower for me. Mom profited about $245, and I made about $189. Not too shabby for 5 hours of work. Next weekend we're heading to IKEA in Canada to blow it all. And check out the Cherry blossom festival. Sans kids. :)
Tonight the kids had their last lesson for this session of swim lessons. Brady was in level 3, and Natalie, who is finally old enough to begin lessons (besides mommy and me lessons) started in level 1.
Now I know that almost every kid does this at some point in their life, but today it happened for Brady, so today (and for a few days after) I get to brag about him. HE SWAM! Totally swam. Propulsion in the water. Kicking legs, paddling hands, and face in the water swam. Way cool day. And tonight he spelled and read "Go" and "Stop" off of the wallpaper border in his room (it has those words on it).
And little Natalie is moving on to level 2, she is just a little fish, so comfortable in the water. She can float on her back with help, blow bubbles partially submerged, and "scoop ice cream" like the best of them. Scooping ice cream is how they teach kids to paddle their arms. But since she's a stick, her legs sink when they hold onto the edge of the pool to kick, but the effort is there!
She didn't spell or read anything today. But she is frequently "spelling" many words. She often says things like "A-U-R, truck!"
Oh, and I forgot to tell you in the last post, I couldn't find my Easter cookie cutters. So I used a biscut cutter (round), my valentine heart, and my halloween cat and candy corn cutters. So resourceful!
Here are our yummy Easter cookies! The kids helped frost and sprinkle (there was enough sprinkles on the 2 cookies that Natalie did to sprinkle most of the rest of the cookies.) Brady just left to go next door to play, and I walked into the kitchen... most of the cookies have finger swipes in them. Natalie pleads innocent. That little bugger. You can see the green and yellow cookies are "marked".
Here is the recipe for the sugar cookies:
Myrita Henry's Sugar Cookies (Oh, she was a neighbor in Shafter CA that my mom was friends with, and her son and me both decided to stick stuff into different orifices. He put a rock up his nose, so I thought it would be a good idea to stick a pinion nut in my ear. That was a fun trip to the urgent clinic).
Cream: 1/2 C shortening or margarine
1 C sugar
Add: 2 eggs
1 t. vanilla or lemon
1 3/4 C flour
1 t baking powder
1 1/2 t salt
Chill dough. Roll and cut into shapes. Bake at 375 for 4-6 minutes.
I pulled the frosting out of Joy of Cooking. Basic powdered sugar with milk, butter, salt and vanilla.
Any excuse to make sugar cookies. The recipe I have used since I was a kid is "Myrita Henry's Sugar Cookies". I vaguely have a sense of who she is. I think she was a friend of one of my Grandmas. I'll have to check with my mom, and edit this post.
I made the dough last night after the kids went to bed, and we should be able to roll and bake today. Now, to find my Easter cookie cutters. Crap.
Hard boiled eggs. This has to be the most unpleasant part of Easter. My whole fridge stinks now. Ugh. And who wants to eat those noxious things? Larry's the only one here that will dive in, but he's only one man, and there are 18 eggs. Maybe I should challenge his man-hood by telling him that there's no way he could eat all those eggs. Then he'll just have to prove me wrong. Ahhh... all that middle school manipulation still pays off.
Don't you hate it when someone at work fouls the restroom and doesn't 1. Spray air freshener. 2. Turn the fan on. and 3. Close the door behind them. I think the vent in my office is directly linked to the bathroom, because it smells horrible in here. 2 more hours to go!
Last night Brady set his trap out in hopes of catching a Leprechaun. He made the trap a couple of years ago. I think it looks like a tank.
So this morning, there wasn't a Leprechan, but he did stop by and left Brady and Natalie a note and some gold.
I've heard of some people putting little green footprints all over the kitchen and dyeing the milk and other stuff green, like the Leprechaun had vandelized their house.
Then this afternoon, we had a few MOMS Club friends over to do a holiday craft. The kids made handprint rainbows and shamrock crowns. Very cute. And they all got to go home with a pot of gold. Pics to come!
Last night Larry had another poker party, so the kids and I were sequesterd to my bedroom. I made my bed with my new sheets (they went on sale!)so here is a picture of my first offical grownup bed set. Still no headboard or anything, but it's progress.
Then I decided that I would finally use that package of hair color that I bought a couple of weeks ago. It's called Coastal Dune, a dark neutral blonde. Great, I don't want to be platinum, but I am sick of being "Venietian" ( I learned that word is pretty for Dishwater blonde. Don't ask me where I read it.) So I get to work, and as I'm rinsing, I notice that my hair is darker than it normally is when it's wet. Huh. So here is the results of Coastal dune on my head. Don't hate it, but definatley not what I was hoping for. That's what I get for being cheap. I haven't dyed my own hair in about 8 years. Now I know why.
Something happened last night (ummm... Larry and Munch?) and the computer crashed until about 5 tonight. So I've got a few posts to catch up!
I had my CT scan this morning. I drank down a jug of Barium last night (not AS bad as I expected, I just gagged because I knew I wasn't drinking "food" per se) and woke up the morning and instead of coffee, I drank another jug. I got checked in and they had another 8-10oz cup of Barium waiting for me before I could lay down. Didn't realize I would need an IV as well, but no biggie, I'm used to being poked; and he got a vein the first try (quite a feat on me) but it was in the middle of the inside of my forearm.
Got the radiation dye injected in me, and just like the guy said, I got flushed, my throat got hot and tasted metallic, and I thought I was going to wet myself. Makes you wonder how safe science is sometimes...
The scan literally took 20 seconds. All that prep work for 20 seconds. They said the doc should have the report in the next couple of days.
The big wall of storage.
I gave my label maker a workout.
So this morning I had had it with the odor that is coming from Bradys room. I think a bottle of milk got lost somewhere in there. I had intended just to clear the floor to vacuum and search yet again for the stink hot spot.
Then, all of the sudden, I channeled Jen A! It was so weird. I had Brady run upstairs and get my label maker. I started franticly labeling every storage bin that boy owns. And then I lectured him on how only train track goes in this bin, and only hot wheels go in that bin, I was on a roll.
And just like that it was over. I went upstairs without vacuuming and promptly dumped Natalies lunch (pasta shell with red sauce) all over the kitchen floor. I'm back.
Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.
Spring must be around the corner, because the mama bear in me woke up a litle yesterday.
I took the kids to McD's (I begged and pleaded not too, I now see why my mom moaned when we wanted to go as kids) and when we got there the place is empty. I took the kids to go potty and wash their hands (like washing hands will help in that place) and Natalie starts coughing, like she has a tickle in her throat. She's hacking away in the bathroom and I think she might throw up from it all. She says 'no, I just need a drink of apple juice'. OK. As we're approaching the table to get said juice, WHAMO! she barfs. So gross. Thank god we're alone, so I can save myself some embarrassment.
We get her all cleaned up and I start to think we're winding down this wonderful adventure, when 8 kids show up. That means getting my 2 to leave now isn't going to be easy. Natalie has found a new "best friend" and Brady is chasing 4 older boys (like 8-10). And they're all giggling like mad, but my radar goes up because why is my son the "villian" chasing these boys all of the sudden? Then I hear it. "Hey Grayson, that little boy said he was going to kick your butt!" And the other 2 join in. Taunting Grayson about how my younger son is threatening to kick his butt, is he going to take it, can you belive it... and on and on. Now the hairs on my neck are bristling. I know Brady didn't say anything, because I've been cued into this since they walked in. And Brady wouldn't threaten another boy anyway.
I kind of let it go on, afterall Brady is visually happy and excited to be 'playing' with older boys. Then they go into what Natalie calls the "Submarine" (but this day it's a ferry). It's a padded Octogan. And today it wasn't a Submarine or a ferry, it was a UFC Cage. In the blink of an eye Brady and Grayson are facing off in the cage, and the other 3 boys are laughing hysterically saying that Brady kicked Grayson in the balls (didn't happen) and on and on. So I am up and moving over there (obviously) and the mom appears and stops me. "Is everything OK?" and I said "For the moment, but it's about not to be". I told her what her boys were doing and she (not pleased, gratefully) says that they were teasing Grayson in the car about a girl (apparently in a lower grade) who hit him at school, and this is how the whole "Grayson got beat up by a girl" morphed into my son beating him up. "OK, but my son is 5, and has not said or done anything that they are taunting Grayson about, and I'm afraid Grayson is going to 'shut up' his friends via my son." And of course this conversation took time, and as I go to rescue (to his dismay) my son, they were swinging and kicking at each other. Poor little Brady thought it was great fun, I was so angry that it was at his expense. So we had a little talk about bullies and big boys on the way home.
Little punk asses.
You won't believe what I found on the computer today. Disgusting. I can't believe him! Well, yes I can because Larry has an obsessive personality.
I sat down today, and there was a diary of his weight loss! He has been weighing himself twice a day and logging the times and weights. And he is progressively getting thinner.
Bastard.
We finally broke down and bought a new vacuum. The one we had was pathetic, the kick-stand was broken, so it constantly fell over, and the mess in the canister was disgusting, plus Brady was obsessed with emptying it. Problem with that is that he would empty it in the bathroom garbage can which was smaller than the canister, so dirt and dust and hair laid all over the bathroom floor.
So the belt finally broke (again) on Sunday, so Larry hoofed it over to Costco and picked up Consumer Reports Best Buy pick: The Eureka Boss Smart Vac Ultra 4870. So far it's been wonderful, it pulls you around the room! I'm going to attempt to vacuum all the popcorn and god-knows-what-else off my bedroom floor.
She thinks I may have a kidney stone on top of a kidney infection. I was passing blood, which lead her to the infection part, and the stomach/lower back pain makes her think stone. Yippee. I'm hoping she's wrong. But at least I've got some Cipro (I'm allergic to just about all the antibiotics out there) to help. But it has to start working by Wednesday morning or else I have to get a CT scan (at least that's what I thought she said, I kinda zoned out imagining what passing a kidney stone might feel like, maybe like peeing out a horse chestnut? or one of those little grabbers that cling to your socks when you walk through a field? I think I'll go to the ER and get doped up if it happens) Can you get an epidural for kidney stones?
Brady and I had a better day too. Larry was home from work too. And we took him and Natalie on a tour of the firehouse on Indian st (a cute and apparently single firefighter there, ladies)then at bedtime tonight, he tried to act up, and I resorted to my genius nanny Carly and made his belly button talk to him. I grabbed the little flap of skin and made a lip. Carly always peers into his belly button and asks "Fred" what he's doing in there. Tonight he was taking a bubble bath and moving the grass. Fred saved the day. Or night. Whatever, it worked.
But he did have a tantrum after Larry said goodnight. I think Brady thought he was working us over pretty good and was mad that the fun had to end (at 9:15).
Yet another ride on the roller coaster of life with my guy.
This constant pushing of my buttons. He knows I'm going to punish him, yet he continually pushes that line.
Tonight just before bed time, Brady and I were finishing his 'star of the week' poster. He lost interest, and soon appears with a tunnel (spring loaded fabric thing). I hate this toy. I tell him, No he cannot take the straps off it, we are going to get ready for bed in just a minute and I don't want the toy taken out. He says "NO, just for a minute." Um, excuse me? I just said no. So I warn him that bedtime will be immediate if he continues. He proceeds anyway. So I tell him to get downstairs. Again "NO." And he digs his heels in. So I physically haul his little butt downstairs and put him in his room while he screams and yells at me, all the while Larry and his poker buddies are watching and telling me that they're glad I'm not their mom. (That made me feel real good)
Flash forward to a forced apology and now I'm in his room reading a book for him. I ask him what is his favorite food (from The Hungry Caterpillar) and he ignores me. So I flip the page and move on, ignoring him ignoring me. NOW he wants to show me his favorite food. Too late. I continue reading, so he turns the light out on me. So I said "Goodnight Brady, I love you." Gave him a kiss on the top of his head and a squirmish hug, and walked out. That sent him into a whole new rage. And that's how he went to bed tonight.
When will he "get it"? I'm not a marshmallow mom, so I don't understand why he thinks this behavior will work out for him. And my tolerance for it gets less and less each time he tries it. So I get grumpier and grumpier. The pediatrician says we need to go to counseling together. Because it's clearly between the two of us. Even my mom noticed the drastic behavior change from when she has him alone for an afternoon to when he's with me. And this is the norm for us, not the 'good days speckled with days like this'. The opposite. Days like this speckled with great days. What am I not doing? What am I not "getting"? I feel like a fool for not knowing how to react to my son. But I'm so sick of it. I'm sick of him behaving this way, and I'm sick of being "that mom".
And my stomach still hurts, which doesn't help my patience level. I'd be enjoying a beer right now if I could tolerate it. I'll just have to double up when I'm feeling better ;)
So I haven't posted anything in a few days because my stomach started killing me Wednesday night. And it still hurts. I thought it was gas... but no. Thought I might have eaten some bad sushi that night, but I would have some tell-tale results by now if that was the case. No, it's just this constant cramp in my stomach, like a hunger pain that never goes away.
So my house has been destroyed by my very understanding children, that have behaved together while I writhe on the couch and they delight in emptying the contents of the kitchen and spreading it (along will all their toys from their rooms) all over the front room. Oh well.
So here I am, still miserable. But it hurts enough that I don't have an appetite, so I've got that going for me. Maybe I'll drop a couple pounds in the process. Bonus!
Today the kids had their checkups. Brady weighed in at 48 pounds, and he's 46 inches tall (3 foot 10). Natalie is 34 pounds, and is 40 inches tall (3 foot 4). Natalie had one Hep A (I think) vac. and poor Brady got 4 shots today. 2 in each arm. He had to get ready for Kindergarten, which I registered him for on Monday. Gulp. Where or where did the time go? Some days I just pray for bedtime to get here, and other days I wonder "When did he get to big to curl up in my arms?" Two quotes come to mind when I think of my children growing up: "Growing up, and growing away" (my mom put that in my senior annual) and "The days are long, but the years are short". Children are a visual aid to the concept of time passing. Time sped up once I had children. Sigh.
I thought I put it away the first time it happened. But just as I went to round up the kids to go to swim lessons, I smell Mentholatum. I obviously have it out for myself at nighttime. Well Natalie decided to smear it all over her body. She comes out of my room, naked, and is complaining that her bum hurts. She had put that mentholatum in every nook and cranny. So that was a lot of fun, trying to get a protroluem based product off your child moments before she is to jump into the public pool.
But they both did great at their lessons. But the poor man that has Natalie's class (about 6 three year olds) looks like he's herding cats. The only thing he has going for them is that they are all enthusiastic and love the water.
And Brady was cruising under water quite a bit, very impressive.
Oh, and this should make Grandpa happy... Natalie asked for steak for dinner tonight (and just about every night). I told her that she and Grandpa were going to have a wonderful summer together.
In the "Submarine" at McD.
Brady showing off for the little boys.
I'm feeling much better today... it may be because I'm hopped up on cold med's, but either way, I feel better.
Got my braces tightened today. That was an interesting experience as my 2 children stood next to me. At least if was facinating enough that they behaved, it is a little hard to supervise your children when you're in the chair with 4 hands in your mouth. I did have to snap my fingers twice. And it worked. And it made Dr. White and his assistant laugh at me. And the kids walked out of there with pencils, toothbrushes, and covered in stickers.
Went to Cenex and got some soil and seed starter trays. Spring is only 2 weeks away!
And the kids start swim lessons today! Now that Natalie is 3, she can take lessons solo, and I don't have to be in the pool with her anymore. I have to figure out what book I'm going to bring and pretend to watch my kids swim.
Oh, and I am going to have a garage sale this month. My mom has deposited a bunch of stuff that can't go in her new home, so I've been hanging on to my goodwill stuff. So if you have a few items that you'd like to sell, you're welcome to bring them by.
Dammnit to whoever got close enough to me for this. My kids are currently gleefuly destroying the front room as I lie in bed a zombie. I think I heard sawing or cutting out there. I think I'll wait until I hear screams to do anything about it. Just kidding. But I seriously don't have the energy to halt their destructive energy right now. Maybe a bath would calm them down.
Oh. Mom spent her first night in her new home last night. Probably slept curled up in a corner, but she is oficalliay a Bellinghamster. She's coming back tomorrow night to say hi ;)
Back to my drug-induced state.
